Get more than even.

Taylor practically treated you like a ****. The **** she put you through mixes with your lust for her. You want to exploit the power, all the power, that you have over her now. You relish in her acceptance when you pinched at her nipple, that she actually encouraged more of it. Maybe Taylor always had a masochist streak, maybe it's a result of this new world, or maybe your desires are now subconsciously altering the world around you. You want to test those limits... you want to test Taylor's limits.

Eventually the bus pulls into the empty school grounds. Some girls have a short walk home, others are being collected by friends or family. You watch as Heather stretches out after a long drive, flaunting her lithe body, while Megan rouses a sleepy Wendy, booming bust a delightful contrast to tiny titties. Another time you promise yourself.

It's the work of moments to see all the girls off. All except one.

Being head cheerleader no longer comes with the perk of passing off your work to others on a whim, not under your reign. It's easy enough to separate Taylor from the herd by enlisting her to help you carry the various banners and gear back into the building.

"You have responsibilities to fulfil," you tell her.

"Yes, Coach!" She smiles, full of pep, but you see her blush, you see the squirm that follows her bounce.

The two of you carry the bags into the gym storage, and soon you're surrounded by a deafening silence. The darkness broken only by the gloom of the occasional safety light. It makes picking out Taylor's light breaths easy, and it must make you seem like a monster as you loom over her.

For a moment, you both just stand there...